the lamb whispers
dear ones,
i am enjoying this day. been waking up and saying, "i am thankful for this one human life. i will make the most of this day." samwell says it's my morning visit with the dalai lama, because i read that he says something similar. sometimes i say it in bed, when i haven't the urge to rise. sometimes i say it into my first glass of water, which the 13 indigenous grandmothers call a holy moment. sometimes i remember to say it late, late in the day, and i do.
since writing last, i have been making. spinning again--learning to spin--and, as a reprieve from the awkward, bumbly learning process, sewing. sewing new produce and market bags, as simple as it gets. the two experiences balance each other. thinking towards late spring when i'll be at the farmer's market with Bee Greens. hoping to have a few lovelies of my very own for sale there. i made a whole lot this weekend, but i'll have to keep all those--our produce bags were embarrassingly filthy.
spring whispers in the valley. promises the old adage, in like a lion...last week there was a warm, wicked wind one day and then snowstorms for days. today, rain. at school we sing of spring tiptoeing in, as quiet as can be. and it is. we are all grateful.
when the world has been white blanket and grey sky for months, what is coloured becomes so vibrant. i love the moment in winter when my eyes adjust to see this palette. a few from my walk today...
i am enjoying this day. been waking up and saying, "i am thankful for this one human life. i will make the most of this day." samwell says it's my morning visit with the dalai lama, because i read that he says something similar. sometimes i say it in bed, when i haven't the urge to rise. sometimes i say it into my first glass of water, which the 13 indigenous grandmothers call a holy moment. sometimes i remember to say it late, late in the day, and i do.
since writing last, i have been making. spinning again--learning to spin--and, as a reprieve from the awkward, bumbly learning process, sewing. sewing new produce and market bags, as simple as it gets. the two experiences balance each other. thinking towards late spring when i'll be at the farmer's market with Bee Greens. hoping to have a few lovelies of my very own for sale there. i made a whole lot this weekend, but i'll have to keep all those--our produce bags were embarrassingly filthy.
spring whispers in the valley. promises the old adage, in like a lion...last week there was a warm, wicked wind one day and then snowstorms for days. today, rain. at school we sing of spring tiptoeing in, as quiet as can be. and it is. we are all grateful.
when the world has been white blanket and grey sky for months, what is coloured becomes so vibrant. i love the moment in winter when my eyes adjust to see this palette. a few from my walk today...
be well,
kate
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